Perish

The world's perishable Perishing goods, perishing people, perishing minds, Perishable people are beings too, Is it unknown to the perishing World. Are they rotten, do they smell bad? Why are they getting shot?.. Why's a heart shooting another heart? They are introverts, people find it hard approaching them There she is in the hall, leaning on the table, Ain't there people to lean on, in this perishing World. All talk on humanity, role play on morale, But no traces of proximity. Yes, she is an outcast, don't know if wishfully. They're peeping by the corner of their eyes.. But no one's coming over to help her. Yeah..she is perishable... Ain't extroverts also perishable.. Someday they'll need her help.. Though she's not independent today. They seem all independent, selfish, and wanting to be with the famous ones They come by her when nobody knows them, They leave her finding more famous friends... And she's stick there all alone and lonely. People coming and going by... Sweet talking to her and being strangers again. She was surprised though, there's a tingling betrayal. This hasn't been her first time, she has seen people leave and has let it go.. Is she notorious enough to not have friends? That's the end?..Na.. She's still thinking, tears dropping by her eyes. Perseverance running down her veins